Russell Jaffe - 5 poems from Ip (unpublished)

Russell Jaffe is an edutainer and Literature Instructor for Course Hero. https://www.youtube.com/user/CourseHeroVideo/playlists


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1 SAUGHN
I soak my dreams in kerosene
And purport to light the match!

I friended all the beauregards

‘Efore earstwhile hatched!

I’m a very stable genius
I play one all day long!
I soak my bard in render’d lard
And that’s what’s left me saughn!

Is it love /?/
Baby don’t hurt me
O!-but a sign? A saughn to belong?

A fried songbird, a wayward priest?
Or is it Fancy Feast?

Was life’s love

but a weasel?

And was kind—was it least?
Is it love? Or was I fleeced?
Or is it Fancy Feast?

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2 ABBELARD
Gottagetthat
Various cart with the redhot heart
And the various starts’
Gonna cut them down

Aboget tat
Parvyhard dard
With the artart harm
To the garrulous cart
When you get that marm

Fawn’d the crystaline abyss of
The lifeforce kiss,
With the elephantine tam
Of that SingSung ram

Astrid the
Bevitatted bythem, ‘as’m
Only rhythm, doing me a
Final favor tearing
Me apart

Take the various cart,
Get the song of self, affix
That thought on the shelf
To the stringray plural

And rain tain
Marinate that
On the long drag west, you’ll
Know the frogsplash vest
Twas your remaining whirl

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3 CUP CUPCUP CUP
Drinketh a king, doth a froth
Poppin bottles popping off

Cuddy cabin sunfish dream
Drink a milk, hard sweat a cream

& form a nation in the sun.
The day is done. The day is done.

The day is doe. Spotted wet from cream
The eye, I am not what we seem.

Dinghy slit the watery valve
To alkaline to hold, to have,

To share a ring. Maraud. We reave.
We harvest. I were. We believe.

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4 SHOOPA SHOOPA
Flassum dassum einschezicht
Veni, vicci, volderbrecht!

What happened to your spinal cord
In dead of night, 'twas harpsichord

Thou played innate nachtsymphony,
Poetaster's Tinder-phony.

Place my throat into a cast,
cast the die and leap the caste

and stomp turnbuckle aided soar,
the flapping of a dinosaur

the canvas stained, parboux alas
but it’s blood memory that lasts

until you’re dining a gramoux
playing nubbule human ricci:

Up and down, what bones galore,
Abbalique C F C GG

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